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NHG-P.767.002
2 Jan 1767:21 (535)
JANUARY. A HEREPIAL POEM.
. . . [4 lines of Latin, attributed to Virgil]
The year begins with January's cold,
By frost's severest wintr'ry's rage controul'd';
Soon as the weakly dawn up lifts her eye,
And morning light proclaims the day-spring nigh,
I view the hills, the vales, the meads and plains,
And see old Harop unrelenting reigns
O'er all;--with tyrant pow'r despotic sway,
And frowning rigid, rigid rules the day.
Amidst his waste, see you sad valley lie,
That we'd with charms to greet the raptur'd eye;
. . . [7 lines, 25 more lines of verse]
When, borne on Zephr's wings, no odours rise,
Nor larks melodious tempt the angry skies;
No sylvan pipe inspires the cotted vale,
Nor echo warbles in the ambient gale;
Harmonious sounds that us'd the ear to feed,
With more than transport from Alexis' reed!
Ah! where are bid the bow'rs of flow'ry greens,
The vernal shades:--these bliss abounding scenes?
Where's Flora fled, and where the fairies gone,
That danc'd so late our verdant plains upon?
Struck with a dread!--all! all now disappear,
And fly the unwelcome January year!
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